The name is Vibe

God, this was weird. Rowan wondered if it would ever stop feeling weird, this whole normal dating thing. A couple of weeks in and almost half a dozen dates down, Cisco had lasted longer than some hair colours. And things had been slow, almost agonisingly slow for Rowan. But when you are walking uncharted territory it’s better to let the more experienced person take the lead. So although Rowan had met a few work friends of Cisco’s they still hadn’t spent the night.

Time moved at a strange pace these days. They had been giving Team Flash the run around to collect information but each action took hours upon hours of planning. And now the club was a source of income rehearsal was nessescary to keep food on the table. But these little moments with Cisco whizzed by faster than the scarlet speedster the last time Pierrot had hit the city museum. Everything was so simple with Cisco, almost unnervingly peaceful.

Which is how they ended up here, on one of the few evenings they had free, holding dinner and drinks outside his apartment door. Damn, they felt wrapped around his little finger. And to be brutally honest, were not that annoyed by it. They had knocked a few times but to no reply, he better had not let their date slip his mind or been called away to the lab again.

“Oi, pretty boy, open up! This pizza ain’t gonna stay tasty and I ain’t gonna stay sweet in this here hallway.”

He heard the knock on the door and started to head to it, but realized that pants would be the best course of action. One pair of tattered Jean’s later and he was bolting to the door apologizing upon opening.

One day Rowan was going to figure out how Cisco could straight up say he was having a disaster day but still look a completely snack through the scruff. They walked past the engineer holding onto the pizza box tightly and laughing.

“Oh yeah this is De Meo’s, but I don’t know if I should share. I was wasting away out there for days, sugar.”

Sticking a tongue out Rowan open the pizza box on the kitchen side and nabbed a slice and a beer bottle before swooping a kiss on Cisco’s cheek and getting comfy on the sofa.

“I know that this may see funky coming from me, but sometimes you’re a little shit you know that?” he sided eyed Rowan wondering just how the fates alligned that they should meet up and strike this relationship. He smiled softly and took a bite, it wasn’t so hot that he burned the roof of his mouth but hot enough that he had to take his time.

“Oh, coño,  es la perfección” he rambled off in spanish as he took a few more bites, casually side eyeing his partner on the sofa.

“….What this is like one of my favorite slices in all of Central City” he paused allowing himself time to breah and take a long sip of his beer, which was still mostly chilled like he liked it.

“I’m on it, pretty boy.”

They winked at the cute little nerd before walking to the bookcase and bending over to inspect the doctor who collection, which they already knew well. If nothing else it was a garuntee of hearing an actual English accent in this still strange land.

“Are you my mummy?” he joked while covering his face. “I can deal with that, not much of a creep factor in some of the older ones even though those are fun too. But these have Jack Harkness and I’m all for that” he remarked with a silly smile as he patted the seat next to him.

“I might be completely alone on this one, but I really liked Rory. Like, cried an embarrassing amount when he died, liked Rory. My boy had his shit together and looked good in that Roman uniform.”

As they spoke Rowan started playing with Cisco’s curls and stretching out their legs under him. It felt domestic and alien but not at all unpleasant.

God, this was weird. Rowan wondered if it would ever stop feeling weird, this whole normal dating thing. A couple of weeks in and almost half a dozen dates down, Cisco had lasted longer than some hair colours. And things had been slow, almost agonisingly slow for Rowan. But when you are walking uncharted territory it’s better to let the more experienced person take the lead. So although Rowan had met a few work friends of Cisco’s they still hadn’t spent the night.

Time moved at a strange pace these days. They had been giving Team Flash the run around to collect information but each action took hours upon hours of planning. And now the club was a source of income rehearsal was nessescary to keep food on the table. But these little moments with Cisco whizzed by faster than the scarlet speedster the last time Pierrot had hit the city museum. Everything was so simple with Cisco, almost unnervingly peaceful.

Which is how they ended up here, on one of the few evenings they had free, holding dinner and drinks outside his apartment door. Damn, they felt wrapped around his little finger. And to be brutally honest, were not that annoyed by it. They had knocked a few times but to no reply, he better had not let their date slip his mind or been called away to the lab again.

“Oi, pretty boy, open up! This pizza ain’t gonna stay tasty and I ain’t gonna stay sweet in this here hallway.”

He heard the knock on the door and started to head to it, but realized that pants would be the best course of action. One pair of tattered Jean’s later and he was bolting to the door apologizing upon opening.

One day Rowan was going to figure out how Cisco could straight up say he was having a disaster day but still look a completely snack through the scruff. They walked past the engineer holding onto the pizza box tightly and laughing.

“Oh yeah this is De Meo’s, but I don’t know if I should share. I was wasting away out there for days, sugar.”

Sticking a tongue out Rowan open the pizza box on the kitchen side and nabbed a slice and a beer bottle before swooping a kiss on Cisco’s cheek and getting comfy on the sofa.

“I know that this may see funky coming from me, but sometimes you’re a little shit you know that?” he sided eyed Rowan wondering just how the fates alligned that they should meet up and strike this relationship. He smiled softly and took a bite, it wasn’t so hot that he burned the roof of his mouth but hot enough that he had to take his time.

“Oh, coño,  es la perfección” he rambled off in spanish as he took a few more bites, casually side eyeing his partner on the sofa.

“….What this is like one of my favorite slices in all of Central City” he paused allowing himself time to breah and take a long sip of his beer, which was still mostly chilled like he liked it.

“I’m on it, pretty boy.”

They winked at the cute little nerd before walking to the bookcase and bending over to inspect the doctor who collection, which they already knew well. If nothing else it was a garuntee of hearing an actual English accent in this still strange land.

"Are you my mummy?" he joked while covering his face. "I can deal with that, not much of a creep factor in some of the older ones even though those are fun too. But these have Jack Harkness and I'm all for that" he remarked with a silly smile as he patted the seat next to him.

God, this was weird. Rowan wondered if it would ever stop feeling weird, this whole normal dating thing. A couple of weeks in and almost half a dozen dates down, Cisco had lasted longer than some hair colours. And things had been slow, almost agonisingly slow for Rowan. But when you are walking uncharted territory it’s better to let the more experienced person take the lead. So although Rowan had met a few work friends of Cisco’s they still hadn’t spent the night.

Time moved at a strange pace these days. They had been giving Team Flash the run around to collect information but each action took hours upon hours of planning. And now the club was a source of income rehearsal was nessescary to keep food on the table. But these little moments with Cisco whizzed by faster than the scarlet speedster the last time Pierrot had hit the city museum. Everything was so simple with Cisco, almost unnervingly peaceful.

Which is how they ended up here, on one of the few evenings they had free, holding dinner and drinks outside his apartment door. Damn, they felt wrapped around his little finger. And to be brutally honest, were not that annoyed by it. They had knocked a few times but to no reply, he better had not let their date slip his mind or been called away to the lab again.

“Oi, pretty boy, open up! This pizza ain’t gonna stay tasty and I ain’t gonna stay sweet in this here hallway.”

He heard the knock on the door and started to head to it, but realized that pants would be the best course of action. One pair of tattered Jean’s later and he was bolting to the door apologizing upon opening.

One day Rowan was going to figure out how Cisco could straight up say he was having a disaster day but still look a completely snack through the scruff. They walked past the engineer holding onto the pizza box tightly and laughing.

“Oh yeah this is De Meo’s, but I don’t know if I should share. I was wasting away out there for days, sugar.”

Sticking a tongue out Rowan open the pizza box on the kitchen side and nabbed a slice and a beer bottle before swooping a kiss on Cisco’s cheek and getting comfy on the sofa.

“I know that this may see funky coming from me, but sometimes you’re a little shit you know that?” he sided eyed Rowan wondering just how the fates alligned that they should meet up and strike this relationship. He smiled softly and took a bite, it wasn’t so hot that he burned the roof of his mouth but hot enough that he had to take his time.

“Oh, coño,  es la perfección” he rambled off in spanish as he took a few more bites, casually side eyeing his partner on the sofa.

“....What this is like one of my favorite slices in all of Central City” he paused allowing himself time to breah and take a long sip of his beer, which was still mostly chilled like he liked it.

God, this was weird. Rowan wondered if it would ever stop feeling weird, this whole normal dating thing. A couple of weeks in and almost half a dozen dates down, Cisco had lasted longer than some hair colours. And things had been slow, almost agonisingly slow for Rowan. But when you are walking uncharted territory it’s better to let the more experienced person take the lead. So although Rowan had met a few work friends of Cisco’s they still hadn’t spent the night.

Time moved at a strange pace these days. They had been giving Team Flash the run around to collect information but each action took hours upon hours of planning. And now the club was a source of income rehearsal was nessescary to keep food on the table. But these little moments with Cisco whizzed by faster than the scarlet speedster the last time Pierrot had hit the city museum. Everything was so simple with Cisco, almost unnervingly peaceful.

Which is how they ended up here, on one of the few evenings they had free, holding dinner and drinks outside his apartment door. Damn, they felt wrapped around his little finger. And to be brutally honest, were not that annoyed by it. They had knocked a few times but to no reply, he better had not let their date slip his mind or been called away to the lab again.

“Oi, pretty boy, open up! This pizza ain’t gonna stay tasty and I ain’t gonna stay sweet in this here hallway.”

He heard the knock on the door and started to head to it, but realized that pants would be the best course of action. One pair of tattered Jean's later and he was bolting to the door apologizing upon opening.